Meyhymn's Point Of View
'Everything is getting so complicated... I just want to go back to the simple days... this shit is for the birds!'
I let out a heavy sigh as I rounded the corner onto the fourth floor. I paused at my door, and breathed deeply once more. I couldn't hide my irritation very well at all, I never could. Ezekihel had gotten too comfortable getting his way with me, it was like he expected me to protect him and take his side no matter what.
That would normally be the case if we were mated, but we couldn't even get past his stay of execution first. How could he ever expect me to go against everyone here, just because he threw a tantrum for every stupid reason. His pheromones alone were damning enough. Being around him and his heady sweet scent made my mind go blank and my body respond violently.
I took one final breath before opening my door, and I very nearly blacked out. Maybe I would have if I hadn't been assaulted by Ezekihel's unreasonable verbal barrage moments later.
"I fucking hate that amber eyed douchebag! I'll kill him immediately if he ever threatens me again! Fuck that asshole! Who the hell does he think he is!? You need to do something about the idiots who live in this house! They have no fucking clue what's coming! Fucking pricks! I hope they all die!" Ezekihel yelled, pacing furiously across my floor.
He had thrown a fit and launched countless items around my room. But standing here now you wouldn't have known that. My room was spotless, aside from the pile of broken things put neatly in the corner and out of the way.
"Are you listening to me? Are you going to take his side too?!" He yelled, slapping my chest.
I caught his wrist and pulled him closer. In his furious pacing he had flooded my room with his ridiculously dense, sweet scent. It was making me loose control of my sanity.
"Are you threatening my best friend, Ezekihel? Do you actually have a death wish? What the hell could he have done to you that makes you think it's okay to threaten him to my face?" I asked, applying more pressure to his wrist.
"Ah! Y-You're hurting me, Meyhymn!" He groaned, trying to pry his wrist from my grip.
"Answer me!" I asserted.
"H-He threatened to snap my neck, just because someone was dying and he couldn't mind his own business! What right does he have to barge in here and boss me around?!" Ezekihel yelled with a glare.
Tears were forming in his eyes and I finally understood what must have happened. Bellamy must have heard him throwing a fit and threatened to kill him if he didn't shut up. That must have been why he told me the Omega might be having an internal crisis.
'This guy is becoming more trouble than he's worth...'
"So you thought threatening my best friend, and the mate of your executioner was the smart way to go, is that it?" I asked, twisting his arm behind his back.
I pushed him forward, practically throwing him to the bed and he let out a small scream.
"What the hell are you doing? Get off of me! You're just as stupid as they are! The clocks ticking and you guys are just twiddling your fucking thumbs and walking around in ignorant bliss. Fuck you! You stupid brute! Get off!"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What clock?!" I asked.
I was getting increasingly pissed off. It was like he had tried to seduce me into doing his bidding, just because we had fucked. Like I was supposed to be some love sick idiot, who just agreed with the nice piece of ass I was currently screwing.
The way he set it up was nearly perfect. Had he mentioned some inconsequential Alpha I might have indeed killed them just like he wanted. But Bellamy meant more to me than the suspiciously seductive Omega writhing beneath me.
"I told you, I'm not saying anything until I get to talk to 11-352!" He yelled angrily.
With that declaration I snapped. I released his wrist and he squirmed away looking at me with defiant eyes. He then rose up onto his hands and knees and crawled towards me slowly. Seductively...
"Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll let you in on the secr–"
I cut his words off as I seized him by the neck and applied more pressure. His face reddened in mere moments. He began clawing at my hand and arm, desperately trying to free himself from my clutches.
"Evidently, I have to train you in a much more forceful way..." I said, slamming him backwards onto the bed.
"You, do NOT give me orders!" I asserted, as I stripped his pajama pants off his body.
"You have no say in what goes on in this house." I continued, as I freed my cock from my pants.
"W-Wait!" Ezekihel wheezed.
"Your information is as useless as your threats!" I growled, as I positioned my cock at his entrance.
"No... Stop!"
"You better gain some self-awareness and quickly. The value of your life is but a tiny blip in the scale, of the grand scheme of things!" I groaned, as I slammed into him with all the strength I owned.
"AHHH! FUCK! YOU!" He screamed, once I released his neck.
"Yeah, keep it up. You better get that shit out of your system now. I will not save you from your own ignorant actions, if you can't control that fucking mouth of yours!"
"S-Stop! You're t-too big for this shit!" He cried.
"That's my line Ezekihel. Just how did you plan to repay me for all the shit you broke in my room? Its time to grow up..." I groaned.
"Hngh! AUGH!... Please!... I-I'm... sorry!"
"It's too late... for apologies..." I said licking his tears.
It was entirely too late. I would need to speak to the guys, sooner rather than later. Ezekihel had too many secrets that needed to be laid bare, and I needed to get this shit done and over with. Or else this guy was going to have me wrapped around his fucking finger, and that couldn't happen...
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Tristan's Point Of View
"Tristan... it's time to get up now." Ferdinand said.
I woke up to his soft voice in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I glanced around and noticed we weren't in his room, but still in the lounge. They had made a makeshift pallet for me, and Sylvester was lying in front of me, while Ferdinand lay behind me. I was momentarily stunned at the unexpected situation.
I looked around the room and noticed too late that we weren't alone. I flinched and pulled Sylvester closer, embarrassed by the bizarre circumstances I found myself in.
"Why are we still here?" I whispered.
They could have just as easily carried me to the room, instead of making a bed here. I felt like screaming at them.
"You didn't want to go back to the room, because you were tired of being secluded to one part of the house..." Sylvester said, giving me a brief kiss.
"But the guys have to bring the furniture into the lounge now. They finished with the clinic, with Bellamy's assistance." Ferdinand added.
Everything came flooding back in an instant. I had become frightened at the sight of that stainless steel room, and was brought to this one instead. After Sylvester fed me his secret food, he asked if I would like to go back to Ferdinand's room, but I refused. I must have fallen asleep soon after, because I had no recollection of them making this pallet on the floor.
"Sir, about Bellamy..." One of the men said.
"What is it?" Ferdinand asked.
"A panicked boy came down here and said his mother was having a seizure, and Bellamy left with him." The man replied.
"Bellamy said, he was Tristan's brother? So would that make it his mother too?" Another man asked.
At that, Sylvester, Ferdinand, and I sat up immediately.
"Excuse you? She's having a seizure?!" I yelled, unintentionally scaring the man.
Ferdinand wasted no time picking me up and carrying me out of the room. We rounded the corner towards the front doors, heading for the stairs. We didn't need to go far, since Bellamy, Delcain, and Cole were sitting on the stairs, all of them looking worried.
"Del!?" I said, startling him.
"Tristan...? Why are you down here?" He asked coming over to me.
He pressed his forehead to mine and let out a sigh. He seemed to take comfort in my being here and I in him.
"What's wrong with Auntie Josephine, Del?" I asked.
"Put simply, she's having sexual withdrawals, much like yours." He said, his voice painfully strained.
"So how can we help her... that seems a bit..." I trailed off.
The situation raised more questions than it answered. What did this mean for the other Omegas. Like Soona, Jaihlah, Luhnah, and the freed Omegas in Sylvester's old home?
"Hmph... we may or may not have sacrificed Rohlander..." Bellamy said, not looking the slightest bit remorseful.
"You... sacrificed him... how...?" Ferdinand asked hesitantly.
No one needed to answer, considering the sounds coming from the basement, said it all. Ferdinand looked back and forth between the door and Bellamy in shock.
"Did he agree to that?" Ferdinand asked, nonplussed.
"Well... we might not have given him a choice..." Bellamy replied.
"Wha...? That's just..." Sylvester said, also taken completely aback.
"Look, we didn't have a choice! My mother was dying! What's one more Omega to him!?" Delcain asked angrily.
"Look, I understand what you're saying... but, Rohlander... for all intents and purposes... is a virgin..." Ferdinand groaned.
Cole, Bellamy, and Delcain looked up at Ferdinand in absolute shock. I did too for that matter. They had basically sent that guy to his euphoric doom. I didn't know who Rohlander was, but I was feeling increasingly sorry for him...
Shortly after making peace with their rushed plan of misunderstandings, the door to the basement slowly opened. A handsomely well built man, with fiery red hair and striking blue eyes, looked around embarrassed.
"Uhm... S-She's asking for you... Delcain... M-May I go now...?" He asked, clearly trying to be anywhere but here right now.
"Sorry, Roh. Please forgive them..." Ferdinand said, looking sympathetic.
"It's fine boss... don't apologize... it kind of... makes it worse... y'know...?" He said, not meeting Ferdinand's eyes.
"I'll let you slap all 3 of them if you want." I said.
He finally looked up in shock, and I held my hand out to him. He nervously wiped his hands on his shirt before shaking mine.
"I'm Tristan. Those two are my mate's, and that's my little brother. So, do tell me if you would like to slap them later okay? They can be... unreasonably impulsive sometimes." I said, giving him my best smile.
"But Tristan she–"
"Anyway... for now go shower, take a nap, and try to relax and decompress. We can pick this back up when you're more comfortable." I said, cutting off Delcain and giving the guy a chance to flee the embarrassing situation.
"Tristan there wasn't anot–"
"Del, I put up with your unreasonable requests because I love you, and I know you want the best for me. But this is different... you didn't even give him a choice. And none of this benefited him at all. He doesn't know any of us... Go, now. Apologize to Auntie. And apologize for Bellamy too. Bel, the room. Now!" I said with a glare.
It was unreasonable to treat people in the same way that the facility did. Then condemn the facility, while simultaneously doing the same thing. The situation was different, but not by much.
I would have to make sure Bellamy understood that before the day was over...